Milk Outside a Bag of Milk Outside a Bag of Milk is the sequal to Milk Inside a Bag of Milk Inside a Bag of Milk, please do play that one first. This shrine is for Outside.
This series of games is about a girl and her adventure to buy milk, and thereafter.
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You know, this place is so empty... Though, I don't feel particularly good or bad because of it.
I'm all alone, but at the same time it feels like I'm not. There's a lot of thoughts in my head, they always keep me entertained.
I can create a whole world with them. I'm sure it'll be able to fill the void around me if I try hard enough!
Although...
No matter how much I think, my surroundings don't change. Yes, things happened in my head, but they never left its premises.
And it's not like I tried to suppress them... Maybe they were afraid to come out?
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Anyway! There's so much space in my head that could be put to good use.
So every thought would make a senseless and merciless circle in my head, destined to go back to where it started.
But there should be an end somewhere. You can't wander around forever. What do you think?
I know it sounds scary, but it's not scarier than constantly existing among the void.
This place is safe, and nothing bad will happen here. Nothing good will happen either, though.
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Yeah... There's probably nothing good in having the same thoughts over and over. What's the point of having them anyway?
I could've escaped from here, but I feel like my thoughts aren't helping me at all.
They should be ashamed... Probably.
It's nobody's fault that I can't even see a door here. I would've had it easier with one!
I tried to find it. It turned out to be a waste of time.
No matter where I look, it's not looking good (pun not intended!), and that strips me of the last bit of hope for salvation.
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Don't you think that me being here is also a waste of time? What's the point in that?
I can just keep on thinking. And even then, my thoughts are as meaningless and empty as everything else.
Does it mean that I'm not filling the void, but am a part of it?
Then why should I feel anything? Why should I know that I exist?
Although, I'm not even sure about that.
This place is always neither warm, nor cold. It's neutral.
But at the same time, if I think about warmth, I feel warm.
Maybe this world corresponds to my thoughts?
I wouldn't want to admit that I'm completely empty.
I'm not the reason everything had disappeared, right?
Can't I just adapt and get used to having nothing around me since I can't do anything about it?
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I shouldn't care.
It's empty here, and it makes me feel neither good nor bad.
I'm all alone, but at the same time it feels like I'm not. There are a lot of thoughts in my head, they always keep me entertained.
I can create a whole world with them. This place is safe, and nothing bad will happen here. Nothing good will happen either, though.
Me being here is a waste of time. I don't fill the void, I'm a part of it. This strips me of the last bit of hope for salvation.
I shouldn't care.
It's empty here, and it makes me feel neither good nor bad.
It's nobody's fault that I can't even see a door here. What's the point in having one?
I feel like nobody is helping me. They should feel ashamed.
I wouldn't want to admit it, but I'm all alone here.
I can't do anything about it.
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I don't care that this place is empty, you hear?! I feel neither good, nor bad!
I'm all alone.
My head is full of thoughts, they eclipse the world around me.
This space is pretty cramped, but at least it's safe.
Even though I'll never feel good here.
Does that mean existing is a waste of time?
I need to decide, and my thoughts will help me.
They'll lead me to the exit... And I'll be able to feel proud of myself.
I'll be able to save myself.
At the same time...
I don't really care anymore.
This place is empty, but it makes me feel neither good, nor bad.
I'm alone, but my head is full of thoughts. A whole world, one might say.
If I try hard enough, it'll be able to fill all the void around me!
Still...
No matter how much I keep thinking, my surroundings don't change. Yes, something happened outside of my head, but...
What was it?
There's not enough space for my thoughts.
It's already filled with something else...
Even if there's nothing around me, I'm still here.
And my head is full of thoughts.
If I try hard enough...
...
So the world isn't empty, after all.
I can't see anything.
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